“Where do you propose to live?” asked Squire Leech, in surprise.
“We are going to leave town.”
“Have you got a chance to work outside?”
“Yes; but I have declined to. I am going to school for two years—to an academy.”
“But how are you going to live all this time?” inquired the squire, in amazement.
“I shall live on my income,” answered Herbert, smiling.
“Income! Have you had a legacy?”
“Yes.”
“From whom? I thought you only got a trunk of old clothes from your uncle.”
“My legacy comes from my father.”